In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 112 The Old Village Chief's Vehicle Request
Manzi genuinely enjoys watching children laughing and playing on their way home from school; Yu Dawei has seen that look in his eldest son's eyes before. It's a regret of being able to stand aside, unable to truly connect.

"Stop looking, here are some dumplings I brought today, let's go eat dumplings." Yu Dawei took two aluminum lunchboxes from next to the car seat and handed them to Huang Man.

"Dumplings?!" Manzi happily took them with both hands. "What kind of filling is it, bro?"

"Chives and eggs, your aunt made these." Yu Dawei glanced into the village committee office. "The old village chief is here too?"

“Yes, and so is the principal of the elementary school next door,” Manzi said.

These days, after finishing his work at the village committee every day, the old village chief would cook something for Manzi every evening. At noon, the old village chief would arrange for Manzi to go to the neighboring primary school to eat with the teachers.

Yu Dawei heard from the old village chief that Huang Man would always finish his lunch at school in a hurry and leave in a hurry. He would finish a bowl of rice before others had even taken a few bites, then quickly get another bowl, shovel it into his mouth, and leave.

Only after asking Yu Dawei did I learn that in Huang Man's eyes, teachers and schools have always been very sacred.

From a young age, many classmates and teachers told him repeatedly that he was not worthy of being in school and that he was not qualified to study there.

Yu Dawei was very angry after hearing this and wanted to talk to his brother, but when he thought about the other's stubborn nature, he figured that no matter how much he said, the other wouldn't listen, so he decided to give up.

The barbarian is the kind of person who doesn't think things through and is very stubborn. No matter how much you talk to him, he won't listen. He can only figure it out little by little on his own.

"Come inside." Before entering, Yu Dawei glanced again at the rusty old hand-operated tractor in the west corner of the neighborhood committee office: "Has this piece of junk not been sold yet?"

"No, I haven't seen any garbage collectors these days. The old village chief said we can sell it whenever we come across one," Huang Man explained.

When Yu Dawei first brought Huang Man to stay here, he noticed the hand tractor. The tires were flat and it was lying in the corner, with the back bucket covered in yellow rust.

The old village chief knew that Yu Dawei's family repaired agricultural machinery, so he asked if they could fix it.

Yu Dawei glanced at it and nodded, but his advice was that the village committee didn't do farm work, so it would be better to sell it than repair it. The car would just break down again if it was left unused. The less you use a car, the worse it gets.

The old village chief, Sun Heming, nodded in deep agreement and finally decided to sell it.

"Dawei's here!" Sun Heming's face lit up with joy when he saw Yu Dawei and the other man enter the house. "Speak of the devil, and he appears!"

Yu Dawei glanced at the village chief Sun Heming, then at the principal of Heshan Elementary School who was sipping tea beside him. His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of confusion crept into his eyes: "You two, is there something you need from me?"

The principal of Heshan Elementary School was named Zhang Baicang. He lived in the same village as Yu Dawei. His house was next to the east side of his uncle Yu Chen's house. He could often see Yu Dawei walking down the street with his hands behind his back, leading a cow.

Yu Dawei sat down on the red lacquered wooden stool next to him, waiting for the two to continue.

The barbarian ate his dumplings, completely uninterested in the conversation between the three. He was hungry, and besides, the dumplings would get soggy if he didn't eat them soon.

The old village chief and Principal Zhang Baicang exchanged a glance. It was the old village chief who took the initiative to speak to Yu Dawei: "It's like this, Principal Baicang asked me a few days ago to find the owner of the small excavator and see if I could use the small excavator for a few days after the project is finished to help build a road for the school and dig a few tree pits or something."

When Sun Heming got to this point, he turned around and couldn't help but tease, "I never expected that Principal Baicang, who is from the same village as the excavator owner, would not know who owns the excavator."

"How about I formally introduce you?" The old village chief, in a playful mood, looked at Zhang Baicang and patted Yu Dawei's thigh. "This is Yu Dawei from Yujiatun Village, Team Four. He's only in his early twenties, a promising young man."

"This is really incredible." Zhang Baicang's expression was one of astonishment, his worldview completely shattered.

These past few days, he had seen Yu Dawei frequently going to the neighborhood committee, and he had some suspicions in his mind. But when he finally confirmed that the excavator in the yard belonged to Yu Dawei, he was still shocked.

A tsunami-like shock almost struck his mind, and his expressions became incredibly varied.

Why was Principal Zhang Baicang so shocked?
Because Zhang Baicang taught Yu Dawei in elementary school, from preschool to fifth grade, he was in charge of Yu Dawei's class and could be considered a substitute homeroom teacher.

In addition, Yu Dawei lived in the same village as him, and his uncle was also his neighbor.

He knew better than anyone what Da Lanwei was like when he was a child.

He is lazy and gluttonous, and his mind is also lazy. He always wants to live a life where everything is done for him. He also likes to brag about himself and always exaggerates the things he has done.

Zhang Baicang felt that if Yu Dawei stayed in the village, he would definitely not starve, but if he went out and caused trouble, he would not have a good life.

A child's temperament from a young age can easily reveal their future to adults. This is the essence of the saying "you can tell what a person will be like at three years old."

But today, Zhang Baicang is destined to misjudge.

"Oh, it's nothing special, just stumbled upon an opportunity and got a bargain." Yu Dawei smiled faintly, looking very modest. Not wanting Principal Zhang Baicang to keep pressing him about his affairs, he took the initiative to change the subject: "By the way, when do you guys plan to use the car?"

“No rush, it’s up to you.” Old village chief Sun Heming was secretly pleased; Yu Dawei’s words were a tacit agreement. “Whenever you finish your work here, I can help you for a few days, and that should be enough.” Sun Heming thought for a moment, then explained somewhat apologetically, “Actually, all the school’s funding these past few years has gone into building houses, so we’ve neglected the construction of the playground. Look at those two basketball hoops on the right side of the playground, they’re so old. They were there when you were in school, and we haven’t had the money to replace them all these years.”

Yu Dawei wholeheartedly agreed. Back then, their Heshan Elementary School was just a simple adobe house in the shape of the Chinese character "一" (one). The new school that was built now was only six or seven years ago, back when he went to Hohhot for junior high school.

It's already quite an achievement to have saved up enough money over the years to buy the children a table and chairs.

"Ahem, Dawei, so I plan to cover the cost of the car this time from our village committee, but you know the situation in the village..." The old village chief wanted to ask Yu Dawei to lower the price for the car, but he was a little embarrassed to say so.

He had previously subtly inquired with Master Huang that the daily cost for this vehicle was 200 yuan, and that the village committee of Heshan Village was lucky to receive 200 yuan a year in funding.

If they really go by that price, he estimates he'll have to lose some money.

"We'll talk about money later. It's just a matter of digging a hole and shoveling soil for the students." Yu Dawei said, turning his gaze to Huang Man. "But it will be a bit of a hassle for Huang Man. After you finish this electrification job, you can work a little overtime to help the school next door."

"I'm fine, brother. Whatever you say, I'll do it." Huang Man quickly swallowed his dumpling and answered when he heard that the conversation had been about him.

“Okay.” Yu Dawei no longer hesitated and looked at the old village chief and principal Zhang Baicang. “I estimate that the power supply project in Heshan Village should be completed around the end of October. At that time, you can just ask Huang Man to help.”

Upon hearing this, the two prominent figures from Heshan Village both breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Baicang was even more excited. He had originally thought that he would have to haggle with this unfamiliar excavator owner for a long time before they could cooperate.

Unexpectedly, the excavator owner was none other than Yu Dawei, and he didn't seem to care much about the kickbacks from the school and the village committee.

This was a huge help to the two struggling junior leaders.

Sun Heming was alright; he simply sought Yu Dawei's opinion throughout the process, and he wouldn't force him if Yu disagreed.

Although he is outwardly the village chief of Heshan Village, deep down he stands with the Yu family and even sees Yu Dawei as the new head of the Yu family.

Just keep this to yourself; don't show it or say it aloud. Sometimes, saying it out loud makes things worse.

He's old, and there are some things he can't change. He believes that the village chiefs that Grandpa Yu Quan arranged for each village back then probably share the same feelings as him now.

"You two probably haven't eaten yet, right? Come on over, I brought some dumplings, have a look." Yu Dawei glanced at the several dishes laid out on the table: peanuts, scrambled eggs with green peppers, cold tofu salad... and some wine.

This was clearly a setup where they wanted to have drinks before discussing business, but the two of them probably didn't expect me to be so direct and agree so readily.

Yu Dawei didn't have too many thoughts. He was just doing what he could. Even if he didn't get paid, it wouldn't matter. It was just a matter of adding a few more barrels of oil. Oil prices weren't high these days, so it was a trivial matter.

Moreover, agreeing to this might also help change Manzi's inferiority complex. He should stay in school and let him understand that school is a place where anyone with an open and honest heart can enter.

What do you mean by "unworthy"? It's people who look down on you, not the school. Besides, people are different, and things have changed a lot since then!
You don't have any bad intentions, so why are you so timid and hesitant at school? Are you still afraid of being manipulated as a child?

Yes! Yu Dawei remembered that word from his past life, it was PUA!

After three rounds of wine, five tastes of food.

Yu Dawei drove his four-wheeled vehicle back to the village with the principal. The old village chief, Sun Heming, rode his old bicycle back to his home in Xinglong Village. Huang Man tidied up the dishes and prepared to go to bed.

When Yu Dawei and his companion arrived at the village, Principal Zhang Baicang offered to keep Yu Dawei's car maintenance a secret.

In fact, Yu Dawei wanted to say "there's no need." Now that he's fully grown, even if there are people in the village who have ill intentions towards him, they can't shake him even if they want to sabotage him behind his back.

However, Yu Dawei did not stop Zhang Baicang's behavior. No matter where you live, it is always right to be low-key when you are poor and even more so when you are rich.

After returning home, Yu Dawei started doing his calculations in a notebook, realizing that he currently had 24,000 yuan in capital.

He had previously bought some things for the family, and he would secretly slip Xiaofang some pocket money when she went to school. There's still some money left, totaling a little over 25,000 yuan.

It's almost mid-October. If things go smoothly on my end, after deducting the axe's salary, I should have a total of 44,000 yuan.

We set aside 1,000 yuan for later school construction and miscellaneous expenses, totaling 43,000 yuan.

After calculating and calculating, and after more than half a year, Yu Dawei finally saw a return on his investment.

(End of this chapter)